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You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. - Well then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else." - Herman Hesse
Me
sitting at my desk...jogging pants and a white wife-beater...hair piled up on top of my head...and typing furiously Myself
barefoot...music coming up from the floorboards...bent over a table doing body work on a close friend...loose clothes and stringy hair hanging down on either side of my face...pulled in by the exchange of energy I black combat boots, short skirt...laughing hysterically with my best friend..eating indulgent food drooling over the waiter....feeling life with every inch of my being Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't
matter and those who matter don't mind.
-- Dr. Seuss
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of
to make your life more interesting: hear: the vidrines see: Melvin Goes to Dinner touch: yourself (ha!) taste: lip gloss smell: the bubbles at the top of the coke Graphics by: Deanna
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Monday, April 17, 2006
I flew my kite into oncoming traffic (my life at present). I had always considered that my kite might get caught in a tree (a la charlie brown), but had never thought that it might get run over by a car. That's what I get, I guess for flying it at night in front of the record store. Hey, it was windy, it was a beautiful night, I thought, why not! Then about the time it was way above the street, way above the power lines, I realized what would happen were the wind to die down. And just then, it did. And my soaring tie-dyed kite swooped down and right into the passenger's door of a silver 4-runner. Luckily, it was Mary driving by at just that moment. Ordained weirdness. Meant to be unusuality.
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